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Envy
by BG Fooley
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Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God
Lust God, how you lit without no enemies
I swerve on
Talking down but you, my mini-me
Swerve on
Creeping down your block like centipedes
I swerve on
If I was you, I wouldn't mention me
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em bout a check
Salute a nigga like a vet, I'ma die by my respect
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em
Ayy
Swerve, swerve, ayy
Feel like Boosie back in 0-9
Mind of a maniac sipping red wine
Fuck the money, face card fine
But if I want it, I'ma get it
I ain't dying, bout no pennies, hoe
Clicked up, that's a no-go
With my Gods though
Fooley God, Black God
Me, myself, and I, hoe
Ten toes down, I'm on my grind though
You run your block, I want the fucking globe
Lust God, how you lit without no enemies
I swerve on
Talking down but you, my mini-me
Swerve on
Creeping down your block like centipedes
I swerve on
If I was you, I wouldn't mention me
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em bout a check
Salute a nigga like a vet, I'ma die bout my respect
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em
Ayy
Swerve, swerve
Ayy
Swerve, right
Swerve, left
Swerve
Give no fuck if it's a Honda or a fucking Vett
These pussy niggas hate to shine, they need to kill themselves self
Fuck motion and your status, I'ma teach myself
I hit the stu and whip it, whip it like a fucking chef
All that cappin' in your rapping need to be yourself
Had some evil deep inside, I had to free myself
Shadow workin', middle fingers to the fucking devil
Lust God
All that cappin' in your rapping need to be yourself
Lust God
Shadow workin', middle fingers to the fucking devil
Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God Lust God
Lust God, how you lit without no enemies
I swerve on
Talking down but you, my mini-me
Swerve on
Creeping down your block like centipedes
I swerve on
If I was you, I wouldn't mention me
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em bout a check
Salute a nigga like a vet, I'ma die by my respect
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em
Ayy
Swerve, swerve, ayy
Feel like Boosie back in 0-9
Mind of a maniac sipping red wine
Fuck the money, face card fine
But if I want it, I'ma get it
I ain't dying, bout no pennies, hoe
Clicked up, that's a no-go
With my Gods though
Fooley God, Black God
Me, myself, and I, hoe
Ten toes down, I'm on my grind though
You run your block, I want the fucking globe
Lust God, how you lit without no enemies
I swerve on
Talking down but you, my mini-me
Swerve on
Creeping down your block like centipedes
I swerve on
If I was you, I wouldn't mention me
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em bout a check
Salute a nigga like a vet, I'ma die bout my respect
I swerve on em
Ayy
I swerve on em
Ayy
Swerve, swerve
Ayy
Swerve, right
Swerve, left
Swerve
Give no fuck if it's a Honda or a fucking Vett
These pussy niggas hate to shine, they need to kill themselves self
Fuck motion and your status, I'ma teach myself
I hit the stu and whip it, whip it like a fucking chef
All that cappin' in your rapping need to be yourself
Had some evil deep inside, I had to free myself
Shadow workin', middle fingers to the fucking devil
Lust God
All that cappin' in your rapping need to be yourself
Lust God
Shadow workin', middle fingers to the fucking devil